Shuttered in by cold weather she longs for daybreak,
Still bound up like lettuce leaves around its tender heart.
Tears streak her clothing with face powder,
She asks which day will see his return?

Translated by AGG20151015

Depth charge: Again, a poem of questionable provenance, but attributed to Li Qingzhao in the book that I am using as the basis for this project, and again there is no existing English translation that I could locate, so I am forced to do my own.